Xuan Qing watched them bow their heads and feign submission. He gave a sudden scoff, his eyes cold with the scorn of someone who saw straight through them.
"Bow your heads and obey?"
"You old foxes have lived for countless ages. You expect me to swallow that?"
He had seen through their intentions from the start.
They were all supreme Dao Ancestors at the peak of Hunyuan Wuji. Proud to the bone, they had weathered countless ages and learned to bury their schemes deep.
They had lowered their heads today only because they had no other choice.
The moment they broke free of the Dao Prison Shackles and regained their freedom, these ancient powers, nursing deep hatred and possessing terrifying reserves of strength, would turn on him and settle every score!
Would they ever submit willingly and take orders from someone else?
Xuan Qing remained unmoved. More than that, he saw no reason to bother.
He needed no one's help to leave the prison. Its shackles could not bind him, and he could come and go as he pleased.
If he forced the shackles open for these Wuji powers of the old epoch, he would only disturb the Dao Prison's Origin rules and draw the world's restrictions down upon himself. He might even become entangled in the Epoch Shackles. The risk was not worth it.
He would never go to such trouble only to raise tigers that would turn on him.
With that, Xuan Qing's expression grew colder. He had no intention of yielding.
Seeing his resolve, the others dropped every last trace of their feigned humility.
Their hopes dashed, their suppressed killing intent and pride surged back!
Dao Sheng, standing to one side, gave a cold snort. His voice carried icy mockery and anger as he shattered the false